The Crime
Our Saturday’s are
filled with sorrow,
“Will I have enough wealth
the year tomorrow?”
My nights go
always in distress,
and I am down that
life is such a mess.
My days are always,
filled with fear,
“Was I misunderstood,
did I make it enough clear?”
Race and competition,
is the motto of our time,
to not be evil
is the biggest crime.
Money is the aim
of one and all,
thin may be the roads,
but be the buildings tall.
One hates the second
and second, the other,
and they forget they are
human sister, and brother.
Complex are lives
of even those who earn well,
en route to success
of no joy they could tell.
Come together
hand in hand,
we have but one birth,
money is the root of all
evil out on Earth.
They charge me with the crime
of this ideology filthy,
to this charge of theirs, proudly,
I plead guilty.